Date: Tue, 23 Jan 2024 15:38:37 -0500 From: Mark Smith Subject: Mushroom Heads: The Last of Yas. Chapter 2, Celebrity I've cum more times thank to NIFTY than any lover ever. Show them how much the cummunity means to you and send them some cash. (link https://donate.nifty.org/) CONTENT: An explicit gay retelling of the Last of Us. Will Joel be able to keep Eli safe? And from what? Sci-fi / Fantasy Slash Fiction Incest (in later episodes) celebrity If you like this story, consider sending your feedback to bodyworkbymarknyc@gmail.com I'm looking to write the whole show and want to hear from you. Connect online at @Gayfan_Erotica on x Treat me to a cup of coffee or some lube. $storiesbymark on cashapp CHAPTER 2: JOEL, FEDEXXX "The stars, Dad." his voice slipped through my fingers as I reached out, trying to grasp it. But there was nothing to hold as the morning light pulled me from my slumber. I woke up lost. I'd been dreaming of him again--my son, Sammy. He might have had his own family by now. I could be Grandpa Joel, not that I looked anything like a Grandpa at 52. I was still well-muscled, broad-shouldered, with tree trunk legs. They could take the man out of the Marines, but not the Marines out of the man. Even in the apocalypse, I found time to ensure I was putting the work in at the gym. I sat up in bed. Letting my legs slide out onto the hardwood floor. My bedroom was shitty. Poorly decorated. Probably had been the home of some Grandmother before the infection claimed her--yellow floral wallpaper, peeling off the walls and knock-off Tiffany lamp on a beat-up mid-century desk. The early morning light cut into the room. Illuminating the bottle of Jura Superstition whiskey I had polished off the night before. I felt something shift in the bed next to me, Trey. I hadn't even woken up when he came in last night. "Joel. Everything okay?" His voice had that raspy scratch of a person not yet up. I turned around and gave him a smile in the early morning light. We had met a year after the outbreak. Both of us had been in Amarillo trying to make our way North, where we heard there was more food and less infected. Not that either of those things had turned out to be true. He smiled up at me from the pillow. His tousled brown hair framed his face. He had been handsome once. Now he looked distinguished, which was odd in the Boston QZ, most people here looked like gutter rats, but he always had that homosexual flair of showing up fashionable even as the world burned around him. He was ten years younger than me--smaller, slighter, smarter. We'd found each other and survived together for years. Not quite love. Not just lust. Colaborative survival, with a side helping of butt stuff. Felt like he should be wearing suits and going to the opera, not helping me smuggle drugs. "Yeah," I said, brushing the hair out of his face. He had a big old bruise blossoming across his left eye. "Trey, what the fuck happened to you?" "Nothing." "That's not nothing," I said, cupping his face and turning it left and right. "Who did this to you?" "Bobby's men." "I'm gonna kill them." I stood up. The sheets slid off my body. I slept naked. Always did. I ignored Trey, who was trying to get me to slow down, as I grabbed a pair of underwear from the floor. A pair of old white Calvins stained yellow with age. "Joel. come back to bed." Said Trey with a wine. "Please." "Trey, I won't let Bobby treat you like this." I slipped my legs into the Calvins and pulled them up. The elastic had died years ago, but they hung off my muscular ass in a way that reminded me of my time in the backrooms of gay bars before the world ended. Slipping my pants down to free my monster cock and fuck some young twink who was drooling up at me. I was lucky that I loved dirty jocks and pit stank. People didn't wash their clothes often these days, and no one wore deodorant. "If you had done this to me, you would have woken up with a smile." "That's different. You're mine." "Yeah. And right now, your guy is telling you to come back to bed so that he can help you with that concealed weapon before you poke some eye out." he licked his lips and looked down at my cock straining against the fabric of the Calvins I had just shoved it in. Trey always knew how to redirect my attention. I grinned down at him. "You just gonna stand their marine or start doing your morning drills," I said. He sat up in bed and reached his hand out to my hard cock. Pulling down the top of my Calvins and taking all 8 inches in his warm hands. I felt my dick stir at his touch. "Daddy," he mumbled "Not today Trey," I grumbled, turning to face him. I wasn't in the mood to pretend to be his dad. The guy was in his mid-forties. Plus, the dreams of Sammy were too fresh; he was the only one who had ever called me that. These days Daddy role-play just wasn't the same for me. I preferred to be my sub's master. "But dad." he wined. Looking up at me. Before he could react, I grabbed the back of his head and shoved it onto my cock. I felt my dick swell as it slid past his teeth to the back of his throat. Trey always looked so pretty with a cock in his mouth and tears at the corners of his eyes. I'd been pumping loads down his throat most mornings. He was about the only thing that made a living in this hellscape bearable. "Shut the fuck up, Trey." He gagged as I felt my dick reach the back of his throat. I loved watching him take it up to the hilt. My dick flared as it got to the base, which made shoving that last inch in even more fun. Trey worked himself up and down on my cock dutifully. The sounds of him slurping was music to my ears. Every time he choked his way down to the base, he would begin massaging it with his tongue, getting my dick nice and wet for when I fucked his hole. His spit was pouring down my cock, making my furry balls wet. "Bet you're thinking about how you wish I had been there to watch Bobby's men use you? I know how much of an exhibitionist my slut is." Trey pulled himself off my cock. "Yes, Daddy." "Don't fucking call me that," I said. Slapping Trey hard across the face. The sound echoed around the room. He yelped in pain. "Dad!" his eyes looked up at me with fear. "I said no. Call me Master." He looked at me with anticipation in his eyes. I stepped out of my Calvins and shoved them into his mouth. Dominating had always come easy to me. I shoved him on his side, then grabbed his right leg flipping him over. I could hear his muffled cries as I pulled his ass towards my cock. I slapped him across the ass hard once more. I knew it would leave a mark, but we both liked that. "I'm gonna punish you like the disrespectful boy you are today." I took my dick slick with Trey's spit and pumped it a few times in my hand. I was already leaking precum. I spit on his hole and then rubbed it with the head of my cock, watching his hole quiver. He moaned and pushed himself back towards me. With my dick on his hole, I leaned over and whispered into his ear. "I will destroy you." Before he could think, I shoved my dick deep into him, all the way to the hilt. Feeling his ass protest as I shoved myself inside of him. He always wanted more lube. He would beg to be fucked like a slut, and then the moment I started abusing him, cry out that he needed to be treated like a delicate flower. Today though, he must have known I wasn't in the mood for his protests. "Yeahhhhh, good hole," I said as my cock sunk fully in him. I let him take a few moments there and just breathe before I started pulling my cock out to the head and sinking in deep into his hole once more. I could feel him quivering beneath me. I kept piston fucking his hole in long fast strokes. With each thrust, I felt his ass open up to take me. He felt so good. His tight sphincter squeezed around my cock, milking my dick. As I began to open him, I never let go of his mouth. Holding my Calvins in there, making him drink in the sweat off my balls. With my left hand, I reached around and grabbed his smooth cock. I made him shave his pubes and his balls for me. At first, he had complained about how it made his crotch itch. But in time, he learned it was because I wanted him to think of me every time he looked at his dick. To remember the man that owned his hole and his cock. I gripped his throbbing member and balls in my meaty hand and squeezed as I fucked him. He moaned out in pleasure. It was just so easy to hurt him, he made it so fun, and the reward was watching the bliss that flooded his face when finally bruised, beaten, and shaking, I would let him cum. He always tried to protest, but we both knew this was what he needed. Our safe world had been cordyceps since the day we met, but he had never used it. "You feel loose whore." I said as I fucked him. "You let some other men rape you?" He moaned into my underwear. "What was that hole I couldn't hear you. You let Bobby abuse my ass?" I pulled the Calvins out of his mouth so he could answer me. "No." "No, what?" "No, master." "You sure? I feel another load in this slick manhole." I slapped him across the ass and pulled on his balls more. "Don't fucking lie to me." "He didn't fuck me." Trey moaned at me. He pushed himself up on his arms and twisted his head around to look at me. "Please, Daddy." I slapped him across the face. "I said don't fucking call me that. Do I have to teach you another lesson?" I hooked my elbow around his throat and pulled him back into me. My dick opened his second hole as he slid down deep on me. He moaned as I released his cock and slapped it while I fucked him. "Did you let Bobby fuck you?" "No." "Then who used my hole." "His guys. They fucked me." The thought of Trey tied up in a basement somewhere. Two meathead jocks spit-roasting him while Bobby watched got me more turned on. I began fucking his hole faster, relishing in the sound of my heavy balls slapping into his backside. Breeding hole was a simple pleasure, but I fucking lived for it. For the stench of it all. I wished I had some poppers to shove up Trey's nose. I'd love to popper him up and watch his hole beg for more. I wasn't sure if I wanted to punish Bobby's guy for bruising my sub without asking or for not inviting me to watch. "His guys?" I asked. I wanted him to tell me the details. What their dicks felt like as they beat up his hole. If they were cut? But instead of telling me what their pits smelled like, he started speaking faster and faster words pouring from his mouth. "I went to pick up the truck battery yesterday. Bobby said that the price had gone up." He moaned loudly as my dick slammed into his prostate. "They Ughhh, they had a better offer." "Yeah?" I twisted his balls. "What, did you offer them your holes." "Pleasseeee." Trey moaned. "You're hurting me." I pulled harder on his dick, my cock throbbing in response to each and every one of his whimpers. "Take it." "Da... mast... Joel, they took the money, and then they took my holes, and when they were done, they said I was such a cheap fuck that they didn't owe me anything. Owwweee. Joel, they took our money and the battery." I was close to cumming, and all this talk about finances started killing my morning wood. "Shut the fuck up!" I yelled at Trey. "Joel, they took our money." "FUCK." I yelled. I took his ass and began fucking it harder and harder. I needed to seed his hole before I got around to figuring out what happened. I let go of his cock and grabbed his ass on both sides, pulling him hard onto my dick. With each thrust, I felt my balls tighten, getting ready to flood his hole. Trey stopped resisting, and I felt him open up to me more. He began moaning and whimpering. Twisting the bed sheets up in his hands. "Then I'm just gonna have to sell this hole to the FEDRA guards until we have enough to buy another battery," I growled at him. "Please, master. Please whore me out." He moaned back at me. "Is that what you want? Be used like the whore you are." "Yes." "You want another load." "Yes." "Greedy fucking cum pig." "Yes, fuck, please, Joel. Cum in me." "Breed that ass." "Yes, Da.. da..." He moaned as I hit his prostate, and then I felt his dick begin to spurt. "DADDDDD." Try as I might, my dick quivered as he called me dad, and I felt my cock begin to erupt within him. Was this hunk of a man not in some way my boy? I took care of him. Cooked him dinner. Kept him entertained. And most importantly, I dominated every aspect of his sexual life. "FUCKKKKKK," I yelled as I came down his hole. Still inside him, I let myself collapse on the bed. Trey pinned underneath me. He moaned in response. We lay there until I had caught my breath, and my dick had begun to soften within him. "So they took the money and took the battery. Do you know who they were selling it to?" "Martin Dandri." "The fucking fireflies. Why would they want it?" "Who knows? But the deal is going down at their Union Street safe house this afternoon. And I want to fuck Bobby up, Joel. Get our money and our battery back." "Yeah, we will." "You're gonna have to get off me if we're going to get them through, Joel. Can't keep me pinned to this bed all day." "I'm just going to keep you here till I've marked you as mine. Can't stand Bobby's boys' cum being inside you." "What do you mean?" Trey started to ask. But before he could finish, I let go--just a trickle at first, but soon, I was flooding his ass with my piss. Letting it mix with my cum. There was something so liberating and primal about using a man like this. I just relaxed and let it all go. "Oh, Daddddd." Trey moaned. "You're gonna ruin the mattress." he wined as my piss began to leak out of his ass. I was too turned on pissing in him to be bothered that he called me dad again. Some men were just like that. Needing the masculine comforting presence. I would never be his or anyone's dad again, but I only cared about my release at that moment. "Good thing we're never sleeping in this fucking place again, then." I pulled out, having finished flooding him. Trey was still on his stomach, my piss and cum leaking from him. "Today, we get that battery, get out of Boston, and begin making our way to Tommy." Trey turned and looked up at me. My brother Tommy had left Boston at the start of Spring. He said he was taking supplies out to a Firefly headquarters in Utah, but he had stopped radioing somewhere around Jackson, Wyoming. He was out there. The only connection I had to my life before all of this started. I couldn't lose Tommy. Trey wouldn't want to hear that, but Tommy was the closest thing I had to a true soul mate. His mom had married my dad when we were kids, and it hadn't taken us long to learn we were both into guys. It began as jerking off in the same room at night and steadily grew into more. After Shelia, my wife, had died, he'd moved back in to help me raise Sammy, and our bond had just grown from there. "Joel, It's been weeks; who knows if Tommy is still alive out there." "Trey, don't say that." "I'm just being reasonable." "I'm going to find him, Trey. I told you before you can stay here." "Leave you out on the road by yourself? Never." "Fine. then get yourself cleaned up, and get our fucking battery back." --- The smell of gunpowder hung heavy in the air of the old school hallway, and it was quiet. Too quiet. I had expected the Fireflies headquarters to be bustling with activity, but no one was about. I motioned for Trey to get behind me; he was a terrible shot. "Infected?" "Nope. Looks to have been a shoot-out." Just to be safe, I took my pistol and steadied it before me. So far, we had seen three dead guys. Two were Bobby's men, the same that had fucked Trey late last night. Guess I didn't have to punish them for using my hole, life had punished them enough. The third was a firefly I didn't recognize. People always said that the `infected' were the enemy, but humans kept doing a good job of killing each other. Nothing about the bodies indicated they had died in a shoot-out with the infected. I slowly approached the t-junction of the hallway and listened. This place should be filled with the sounds of kids learning, not the drip of a leak in some far off corner. I inched towards the junction and stole a glance down the hall. Halfway down was Bobby Cruz, bleeding out on the floor, his hand on a battery. "Trey, they got Bobby," I said. "Wait here." I stepped out into the hall and walked down. I took one glance at the crusted battery and cursed. "Fuck." "What?" Trey called from the hallway. "Battery and Bobby are dead. Can't believe Bobby tried to fuck us over a shitty battery." "He was a fuck." Trey said, stepping into the hallway. "Yeah, well, he's paid for it now." I rifled through his pockets and found nothing. Not even our cash. "Fuck Trey, he doesn't even have his cash on him." While I was rummaging in Bobby's pockets, the door in front of me opened, and Martin Dandri, stumbled out, holding a weeping wound on his side. He was dragging a young boy wearing rags by the hand into the hall. "Hey." Martin said. As shocked as I was to find him standing there. My breath caught in my throat. The boy was beautiful. Tousled dark hair, big eyes, luscious lips. Precisely the type of twink I had spent my evenings destroying when I got home from the Marines. I felt my cock stir even though I'd cum in Trey hours before. I began imaging the kid on his knees. Looking up at me. Begging me to be gentle with his eyes, knowing I would ravage him. I didn't meet many guys these days that excited me, but this kid had something. It was like an itch in the back of mind; he excited me, because he reminded me of someone, I just couldn't place who. Then the kid looked at me and gave me half a smile as the sun parted the clouds and light streamed through the window, hitting him just right. His hair wasn't dark; it was a deep brown, just like Sammy's, and his eyes were the same shade of emerald green. He needed someone to cook him dinner and serve him ice cream. I wanted to run to him. To hold him close to me, but I knew this kid was not my son. He was just some other orphan from the war with the infected by the looks of him. Getting distracted by some kid with a passing resemblance to Sammy wasn't going to get me a new battery, however. I pulled my eyes off him and brought my attention back to Martin. "Joel." "Martin." We regarded each other for a long moment, even as the blood poured between Martins' fingers. We had been friends once. A few years back. Till Martin had convinced my brother Tommy to join up with the fireflies. He appealed to Tommy's sense of morals, and no amount of talking I could do kept Tommy from throwing away what we had been building in our snuggling business together to slip into some fuck ugly camo and call himself a freedom fighter. Wasn't long after that that I heard that Marting and Tommy had become fuck buddies. I saw the appeal. Martin was built like a tank. But I had my suspicions that Martin got close to Tommy so he could use him, not because he liked my brother. It's why Tommy needed me around, to help him understand what people actually wanted out of him. "Why are you here Joel?" He asked, finally breaking the silence. "Too pick up the battery Bobby sold me." "Bobby sold me the battery." "He double-crossed us both. Batteries dead." "So is Bobby. My guys took care of that." "Didn't take kindly to the fact that you wouldn't pay for something broken, I take it?" Instead of answering Martin just looked at me for a long while. "Why do you need a battery, Joel." "To go after Tommy." The weight of what I said hung in the air. I wouldn't have to go after Tommy if Martin hadn't convinced him to run out West to be a hero in the first place. "Tommy's gone, Joel." "You don't know that." He grimaced. "Fuck you're the last person I want to be in debt to, but Joel. I'm going to reason with you straight. I need you to get Eli out of the QZ and to the Fireflies at City Hall." "Why do you need to get the kid out?" "Doesn't matter; you're a smuggler, Joel. Smuggle Eli. If you do this, the City Hall branch will give you whatever you need to go after Tommy. Armored truck, guns, you name it." We stared at each other again. Two alphas sizing each other up. "Joel," Trey said, coming up from behind and touching my shoulder. "Listen, we take this kid out of here, and then we'll be good to go after Tommy. The City Hall fireflies have a bunch of old FEDRA gear. We'll probably get better gear from them than we could buy in the QZ." "No," I said. "Joel." Trey looked at me with pleading eyes. "Why?" What could I tell Trey? That Eli looked too much like my Sammy for me to want to spend time around him. I'd been around the boy for less than a minute, and he was already driving me crazy. What if I couldn't protect him? "Look, Joel, I don't have much time. I'm bleeding out, but I got to get this kid out of here and to our research base in Salt Lake, the same one your brother was headed to. Nothing is more important than getting this kid out. I will give you anything. Fuck you can travel with the fireflies out to Utah if you want. Safety in numbers, right?" The kid looked up at Martin. Keeping a kid, especially this kid, alive as we made our way through the downtown streets of Boston to City Hall wouldn't be easy. The spaces outside the QZ in Boston were filled with infected. They prowled the edges, always looking to pick off a stray human that wandered too far past the city walls. "I said no," I said just as Trey stepped before me. "Deal," Trey said. "Thank you, Trey," Martin said, pushing the kid at us. "I said no." Trey spun on me. "Joel. We know Martin. He wouldn't offer us a battery and guns if this weren't important. We can get this kid to City Hall in six hours." "Kid looks like we'd have to carry him that whole way." "I can take care of myself." The kid said. I ignored him completely. "Then we carry him, Joel. I'm no firefly, but if Martin wants this kid out of here so much, it's probably something to spite FEDRA. Let's deliver one more fuck you to FEDRA as we leave this shit hole forever." I looked between Trey, Martin, and the kid. All of them were looking at me with expectant eyes. I couldn't just roll over and do what Martin wanted, but I sensed the opportunity to get something I wanted. "Kiss my boots and call me sir, and I'll take the kid," I told Martin. "No." "Then we're out. Trey, let's go." Trey realized I wouldn't budge on this. He gave me a disappointed look and then we turned and started walking down the hall. "Fuck Joel," Martin called after us when we were 5 steps down the hall. I turned around, victory in my eyes. "Kiss my boots." The anger in Martin's posture was worth every moment we talked over this bull shit. He walked forward. "I'm only doing this because I'm bleeding out, and I know" He looked deep into my eyes. "That you will keep this fucking kid safe. Guard him with your life." "Kiss 'em." he got on his knees before me, groaning. I wanted to watch him kiss my boots, but I couldn't keep my eyes off the kid. He looked like he wanted to gut me for making Martin grovel. We just stared at each other as Martin kissed the first one. "And the other," I said. I turned my attention down to Martin. Watching the broad-shouldered hunk kiss the black leather of my boots. I didn't have many prized possessions these days, but my boots were one. Polished them every night when I got home from working in the burn pits. Martin looked up at me from the floor and then kissed my boot. I could get used to having a hunk like him serve me. "Pleasure doing business Martin; radio the City Hall Fireflies and let them know will be there first thing tomorrow morning or earlier," I said, turning around and walking to Trey. "That gave me a stiffy," Trey whispered to me, grabbing his crotch as I approached him. "Yeah, well, we don't have time for that now. Got a kid to deliver." "We made the right choice." "He's your responsibility, Trey." I turned to look back at the boy, and he was talking to Martin. I couldn't catch everything they said to each other, but Martin was warning the kid not to tell anyone about something. "Joel, what about this kid has you on edge? Is it Sam..." I cut him off. "Don't say that name, Trey. He's got nothing to do with this." I turned my attention back to the kid. "Hey, package, let's go." The kid looked at me and then back at Martin. "Better than rag boy, I guess." "Do what he tells you," Martin said, looking back at me again. "Joel's a messed up piece of shit, but he'll keep you safe." "I said, let's go." "Hold on." Martin opened the door next to him and shuffled in; he emerged a second later with a bundle of clothes, a backpack, and a coat for Eli. "Supply kit, food, flashlight, everything you need to get to City Hall." "You pack him Lunchables, Martin." "Yeah fuck you too, Joel. Just keep him safe." I nodded once. "Kid, you ready." I was already regretting this. "Just let me get dressed." He started stripping and putting his clothes on right there. He took his shirt off his head. His skin was smooth and beautiful, with a smattering of light freckles. Before I could help myself, I had already imaged the kid naked, sprawled out beside me, letting me draw constellations on his skin. Just being around him had already horned me up. I turned away. If I watched him change any longer, I would have to drag Trey into a side classroom and fuck the shit out of him again. "We don't have all day, kid," I said impatiently. "Yeah, Grandpa, stop getting your colostomy bag in a twist." He said as he began walking down the hall towards us. I caught Trey smiling at what the kid had said. These two would be in trouble if they tried to gang up teasing me. For now, I figured it best to ignore them both. I turned to lead the way out of the school and towards the sewer tunnel I used to get in and out of the QZ zone. Today we left Boston for whatever was out there.